#permacorpse

Pissed off? Come here. Wrap your hands around my neck while I lay on the floor. Squeeze as hard as you can. Let me feel the warmth of your hands around my cold bandaged neck. Look into my dull lifeless eyes, hold my gaze. Swear at me. Jerk me by my neck and slam my head into the floor while I smile up at you. Is this your fuckin worst? Pathetic. Try harder. You can't kill what's already dead. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

Laying on the bathroom floor, cold, lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling. My eyes were dull. Silence from my ribcage, not even my chest rose. Blood dripping down my arms and neck. For that first 15 minutes after time had stopped, my breathing stopped, my heart had stopped, I laid there wondering what the fuck happened. Surely this was hell.

Imagine looking up into the dark corner of your room and seeing a seven-foot something lean lanky freak.